I try to picture this year better than,
the last twenty two years,
In glistened eyes,
I whisper prayers from my soul,
As they align in conjuction with the planetary systems,
And answers descend at dawn,
My frown fades,into a distinct smile my new face,
The tears of joy roll down.
You,dream of better days that begin today,
Starting with your mind as the first step,
Its painful so the sweat is always tears,
Born by fear and dispair,you know it comes the hard way.
Kneel and cry to Him more than ever this year.
As you wait for happy new tears.
They have it harder,though they look soft,
They weep silently deep in the hills as their hearts beget tenderness,
As they speak bitterly,sweet tears roll from their right eyes,
They imagine what gainful pain awaits us,left tears join the roll,
If bad men fall this beautiful year,wont the good have happy new tears to wipe off?
M.O.O aka Carswell the tear duct master
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